put on the suit, let's go a few rounds

And Kon puts on his smug ‘yep, I did that~ All mine ♫’ face

Tim is very disappoint.

“That’s not what you said last night,” said Kon in a sing-song voice. “If I recall, your exact words were: ‘More, Kon, more!’” His smile widened. “And naturally, I complied.”

Tim felt his face turn an embarrassing shade of red. “I did not,” he mumbled.

“Did so!”

“Did not!” Tim’s face kept getting redder and redder. It really should not be such a turn on but it was.

“Oh then, shall we do a re-enactment then?” said Kon, slipping an arm around Tim’s waist and drawing him close; his hands slipping underneath the hem of Tim’s shirt, touching the skin. He kissed the side of Tim’s neck, just over one of the hickeys. “Maybe that will make you believe me?”

“Um,” said Tim rather intelligibly before slapping Kon’s hands away. “I mean—no! I have interviews to go to. I can’t afford to—unfff—” His words were cut off as Kon rolled his eyes and kissed him; Tim melted into his embrace for a moment before his sense of propriety got the better of him again. “Kon!” Tim pulled away and glared, although the heat in his gaze was brought on by something else entirely.

“C’mon, your first interview isn’t till this afternoon,” Kon reasoned, crowding Tim back against the mirror, where he could feel Tim’s breath wash over his chin. He pressed a kiss on Tim’s neck and was thoroughly delighted when he felt the pulse-point jump. “We still have time.”

“But…” Tim said, sounding still unsure and yet oddly tempted at the same time.

The fact that Tim wasn’t pushing him away meant extra brownie-points for Kon.

“Don’t worry,” Kon murmured, his hands touching the garter of Tim’s pants as he leaned in close, his lips barely touching Tim’s. He smirked. “I’ll make sure to leave marks where they won’t see them.”

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